Control

Chapter Five: What Desperate Times Call for Are Desperate Measures

Rated: M

Summary: Seven years after the ending of Dragon Ball Z/GT, in a far away galaxy from that of our Milky Way, a rebellious goddess by the name of Persephone is banished from her Kingdom; Phoenix. In revenge of her banishment (as well as her resentment for humans), she starts to kill all of the planets, starting with our very own Earth. She encounters Vegeta and while fighting him off, places a curse on him. When she meets Goku later on that day, she puts a similar curse on him. The curse activates your hidden potential, however in exchange kills you in a year. Goku must work with Vegeta to not only master their curse, but to kill the witch within the deadline or their home and galaxy will be lost...forever. Co-written with CrackMeOpen.

Warnings: Maybe OOC, Slight Slash, violence, disturbing content. Please proceed with caution.

Author's Notes: *looks through reviews* I appreciate everyone's feedback as usual! I actually looked back at my story, and I realize I might just have to rewrite my story lines. It's nothing major, just a spelling error here and a grammar error there. I appreciate your tolerance, but if you notice anything, please comment on it! I don't want to be a hypocrite now! He he…and someone actually took my advice (about the anon thing…). I thank you for that! And…um…there is disturbing content in this chapter. I know I will most likely lose a lot of viewers from this chapter, but this chapter is necessary for understanding what will happen next. And, please excuse my tone, but this is Angst and Horror. Yes, Romance will be in here as well, but Angst and Horror are this story's main Genres. I tried putting some comedy in here to off-set the Horror…but with my sense of humor, I'm not sure if it worked…

***I'm re-posting this on someone's request. Someone told me that I am going too fast. But please keep in mind that I am only having fourteen chapters, and this is the fifth, which is almost half-way done. If you all wish, I can exceed it, but I did ask ALL of you to vote, and only three people did (which I thank them for.) If you want me to slow it down, or to not add certain things, I ask that you please PM me about it. I cannot redo this at the drop of a dime. As if is (sadly), I can only update about four to five times a week, which means once a month. Now because this is my first story, and I reeeeally love everyone's input, I will slow things down a little bit, and I'll change up the plot a bit, but I cannot change what I have made so far. I'm sorry if anything I have made has scared, or grossed you all out, but hey, I'm a newbie!I'm trying my hardest in anticipation that you all will read and give feedback with an open heart...even flames, lol. Anyways, I can always made an edited version later, but for now, I have to power through this story. If I stop my routine even once, my whole plot will fall apart. That, and the idea of a Code Lyoko fanfiction is really eating at me... and another Vego one as well.

As for a prequel, to anyone who is interested, I will put the prequel in right after I am done with the main series, so if anyone is confused about Persephone, she'll appear a lot there.

If you have any questions, please PM or send a review to me. Although (if you're an anon) I may not answer you right away, you better believe that I will answer you as soon as possible!

Disclaimer: I…don't own this. The lady…the lady! Yeah! She owns it! But I don't own it! So you can't take my money away! I need it for college! (Or was it a guy? Hm…)

CMO: Excuse me, but why do we care?

…Because…actually, I don't know, but the disclaimer is important.

CMO: … (Dumbass.) On with the meat and potatoes!

"Are you insane, Kakarot," Vegeta roared. "Do you believe that nonsense that woman spouted from her arse?! Addiction and need, my butt."

"She is knowledgeable in the science department," Goku replied sheepishly, nervously placing one hand behind his head.

"And who knows? Maybe there is some nutrition in the—"

Immediately, Vegeta jumped up, glaring at Goku.

"Don't you dare say it," he hissed. "Look, if you're going to be an oaf about it, get out of the room so I can have peace and quiet. I don't want to hear how—ugh—nutritious our semen is, or how you want to become my 'donor'! You just want to get your rocks off since your woman can't do it, and I'm the most convenient person! Say it, I know it's true!"

"That's not true at all Vegeta," Goku retorted back. "I really want—"

"'To get my rocks off,'" the prince interrupted quickly.

Goku pouted a bit, his cheeks puffing out only slightly with the air that was in his body, and seeing it wasn't going to go his way, decided to persuade the prince using different approaches. After all, if he died, what would become of Bulma, who he was married to for several decades? Or Pan, who was very much affected by Vegeta's presence? What would happen to Gohan, who views Vegeta now as he did Piccolo when he was smaller? And, most importantly, how could Goku handle his friend dying? No, he had to do something.

Attempt One.

"You can't be stubborn about this. If you feel bad about taking semen directly from Trunks, Gohan or I, you could always put it in a cup and mix it with milk. You could also put it in as a dressing on top of salad or—"

"That's the most disgusting, degrading, asinine idea I've ever heard spout from your lips," Vegeta cut in angrily. "If you value your balls, and more importantly your life, never suggest something as grotesque as that ever again!"

"Okay, okay, okay, I get it," Goku said quickly, cringing at the pure disgust in Vegeta's eyes.

And to believe this is all from a single suggestion, Goku thought warily.

Attempt Two.

"Hey Vegeta." The prince glanced quickly to the left, where the entrance and exit of the door was. It's been about two weeks since he has been strapped here. Yes, strapped. On many occasions, Vegeta tried to escape so he could become stronger. As far as he was concerned, this would have never happened if he had the potential of Goku. If he was at least two times stronger than Goku, he would not have to worry about such frivolous things such as catching curses from supposed deities. When he met her that time in the woods, when she started to fight him, when she offered power to him…

"But you know what, boy? I am willing to give you what you desire…on one condition…" How infuriating is that he fell into such a trap. The truth was—

"What is it, Kakarot?" Goku approached from the door, and sat to the chair immediately next to the troubled prince. His eyes were bright, and he had a big grin as usual…

…to an untrained eye.

Goku shifted slightly, glancing once in a while at the medical instrument that was plunged into Vegeta's arm.

"Have you been feeling strange lately? Like thirst or hunger or anything?"

"What's with the sudden interest?" Again, Goku shifted, this time looking directly into the man's coal eyes.

"I looked on the statistics that Bulma left back in the Lab Room, and I saw that your signs aren't getting any better. If anything, they're getting worse. So I was wondering if you wanted blood or anything from me."

"W-what? I guess…the blood isn't so bad. I've drunk the blood of many creatures from many different planets, and it's only better since we're from the same planet. Sure, why not?"

After hearing that affirmation, Goku's smile became real as he quickly stood up.

"Great! I'll go tell Bulma!" With that, he almost ran out of the room.

"No! I'm not drinking that," Vegeta yelled as the lukewarm, white liquid came close to his throat.

"C'mon Vegeta," his wife yelled over him, her voice urgent. "It's only once, and then you won't have to do it for a long time!" She thrust the small cup of semen towards him, and he almost gagged as a little drop hit his lip.

"I don't care if I die today or a million years from now, I'm NOT DRINKING SEMEN AND YOU WILL NOT FORCE ME!"

With a roar of anger, he tossed the cup of semen to the side with a blast of air from his ki and it smashed into the wall, almost hitting the computer that was on the far side of the room. The white, thick liquid oozed as it started to run viciously down the painted wall.

In a word, gross.

"Vegeta," the middle-aged blunette cried with worry and irritation in her voice. "Please do this! I know it must be humiliating, but—"

"Good! You understand it's humiliating! Then you must also understand that I cannot do this!" With that, the man turned over in the bed, still strapped down from the needle-sharp iron.

Attempt Three.

"Hey Vegeta." Immediately, upon hearing his rival's voice after a week, he immediately turned and sat up from his bed.

"Your stats are getting worse, you know? You barely take blood as it is, you won't even take semen, and it's been almost two months now. Your body is already way beyond the normal heat for even a Saiyan. Those H-cells or F-cells or whatever they are called—"

"D-cells," Vegeta muttered.

"Yeah, those! Those are really eating you from the inside-out, and I am being serious. Bulma told me that because they're using energy from the other sources, they have excess energy for themselves, and that energy is being released in the form of temperature. By the time a year comes around, you'll be a fireball of a carcass! Do you want that?"

"No," the Prince admitted sullenly, "but at the same time, I do not want to ruin myself because of some fluid. That is humiliating, and I will not take part in it. As for the blood…the blood is life, and drinking blood is like drinking someone's life force. I don't care what you say Kakarot, I rather die in pain now then later."

Goku was quiet for a second, and the beeping sound from the machine filled the atmosphere.

"I know," Goku started to say slowly, "that you have your pride not only as a prince, but as a man. But there are times where we must abandon our pride momentarily to save ourselves. Besides, if you die, where do you think you will go? Did you forget your life isn't the holiest thing in the world?"

"I know that," Vegeta snapped. "I know…but I'm not like you, Kakarot. You're thinking of what you would do. I am not you, and you are not me. There are things you have never experienced, and things you never will."

"Do you mean Freiza?" That seemed to get Vegeta's full attention, and he snapped his eyes up to his rival. Goku's face was serious, with only a little of an unknown emotion in the coal eyes.

"What…are you talking about? You don't know what you are saying, fool."

"I know exactly what I'm saying," Goku suddenly snapped, "and you know what I am talking about as well." Goku stepped forward angrily, about to list his whole childhood right in front of the man. He wanted to snap Vegeta out of his sense of pride. Why would someone die because of pride? It wasn't right.

And so, Goku started to list all of the things Freiza had done.

"The—" Vegeta immediately cut him off, yelling at the top of his lungs,

"Don't say it! I get it, I get it! I'll take it!" Vegeta's eyes glazed over, and he started to speed up in his talking. If you didn't look close at him, you wouldn't notice the slightly furrowed eyebrows, the clenching of the fists as blood started to pool from the centers of his palms, and the curling of the toes. Goku, of course, noticed it all. "That's what you want, right? So hurry up and bring that woman over here so we can get this…over…with…"

And just like that, Vegeta's heat fogged up the windows, and he slumped back in the bed he was strapped in.

"…think…up…" The Prince of All Saiyans winced as he felt heaviness on his eyes. With fruitless results, he tried to open his eyes. He could only listen to what was going around him. For some reason, he felt weaker than normal.

I shouldn't be like this, the man thought irritated. I should be able to wake up fully and break out of these bonds. Why I can't do it is beyond me…

The goddess' words came back to him in a flash.

"But you know what, boy? I am willing to give you what you desire…on one condition…" If he had the power from the beginning, he could've rejected her offer. He could've saved his father—no, his parents. He could've defeated Freiza, who scarred him for as long as he remembered. Freiza made him do the unspeakable…

"Kill this child." Vegeta looked back at the alien for a while before asking,

"Can't we just leave it?" Vegeta was barely fifteen, and although his father was gone, he still taught him right from wrong.

And killing a child from another planet was surely not right.

"'Can't we just leave it,'" Freiza mocked with a snarl on his shiny, pale face. "Of course we can't, you idiot! Who knows what this child might become? In a few years, he could be our enemy, and I do not want to chance that."

"Then we can raise it, lord Freiza," Vegeta said cautiously.

Before the young prince could say another word, Freiza blew a red beam from his hand towards the Vegeta. The prince, not prepared for the impact, practically flew ten feet backwards, and almost hit the unknown species of a child.

"Do NOT defy me, and do not question me! If I say to do something, that means to do it! Oh! I have a better idea." The large alien in his floating throne quickly made his way to the now screaming child. That child couldn't have been more than five years old. He had small horns as of a devil. He had hair down to his hips, and the only form of clothing the boy had was a small robe with an insignia on it. His eyes were a deep caramel, and his skin was lighter than an albino's. However, that same skin carried a purple hue to it.

In other words, the boy was small, precious and cute.

"For now…" the alien snapped his fingers, and vines appeared from out the dusty desert ground to clutch onto Vegeta's arms and feet. Immediately, Vegeta panicked, but to no avail.

While he tried to struggle out of the new bonds Freiza created for him, Freiza took the baby from Vegeta and set it on his small lap.

Already knowing what that position meant, Vegeta tried desperately to reason with the alien.

"Lord Freiza! Surely you have had your fill after this afternoon?"

"It's not enough," Freiza said sardonically. "And you're only second rate. After being used a few times, you're simply a gaping hole. I need something tight."

With that, the alien started to move his hips as he inserted himself into the small child.

And after he was done with the unconscious child, he threw the child, who now was no longer beautiful, right into Vegeta's arms.

"That's better," Freiza said with a satisfied sigh. "Now you can kill him. And make it snappy, because I don't want to be here all day."

All Vegeta could do was scream as he threw an energy beam at the child.

I'm so sorry…

Tears of anger were about to spill form Vegeta's eyes, but a certain voice snapped him from that temptation.

"Vegeta?" The prince's eyes snapped open, all of the heaviness present before gone now.

"Are you okay? You're sweating an awful lot." He only nodded as his wife of many years wiped the sweat from his brow. She looked so beautiful, although she was of many years.

"Goku went out to get Trunks just in case. This whole thing needs to be solved really soon. That Persephone girl approached Goku. It would seem as if they had met before. Goku managed to get away without serious injuries, but it wasn't easy. That goddess put up a good fight."

"Is she dead?"

"No," Bulma said sadly, cringing only slightly at the hoarseness of Vegeta's unused voice. "But she does have some injuries. Another person came to take her away though."

It was at moment that Goku and Trunks busted in the room, Goku with an excited expression, and Trunks…just looking disheveled. His suit was slightly messed up, and his usually combed hair was messed up and in shambles.

"Dad! Are you okay?"

"Why did you come?" Vegeta sat up only slightly, wincing at the pain. His body felt hot, and he didn't want to move much. But he did, simply for the benefit of not lying down in front of anyone but his wife.

"I heard that you and that goddess interacted with each other. She almost killed me, but she left me alive…'for Vegeta sake,'" he quoted.

"Now I know that you need semen and—"

"I refuse to take it, even from you," Vegeta cut in. Trunks looked like he was ready to get on his knees and cry, but held himself back.

"Why, dad? If you die, you know everyone will be upset! I don't know what I would do without you and—"

"Son," the prince said suddenly, making all eyes fall on his dim ones.

"There is a reason for my madness, son. I have my pride, and my pride says that I should die instead of taking semen. And besides, I already know I will die."

"Dad—!"

"It's true; now if that is all you all came for, leave." And so, on behalf of his request, people left the room. First Goten, who was in the back, Gohan, who didn't say a word the entire time, Bulma, who looked back at her husband once more before leaving, and finally Trunks, who looked like he wanted to say something to his father but didn't due to his mother pushing him out the door.

But there was one person who remained.

Goku.

"I told everyone to leave, did I not? That means you as well, Kakarot."

"You did say that," Goku replied, "but I'm not leaving. Not until you tell me why you won't take the things you need."

"I told you, I am not taking any blood because of life, and any semen because of my—"

"I know you said that," Goku cut in, "but that's not the real reason you refuse to take both. Aren't I right, Vegeta?"

"No, you're wrong, Kakarot. Those are the reasons I—" Before Vegeta could say another word, Goku lunged forward, and with a speed Vegeta didn't even know the man had, came one inch from his face.

"Now Vegeta," Goku said calmly, "Tell me exactly why you don't think you'll live, and why you won't take the semen and the blood."

At that moment, the Prince of All Saiyans froze.

Yes, he froze, right then and there. The proximity of Goku reminded him of his old haunt…

He reminded him of Freiza…

"Swallow it, Vegeta," Freiza said, patting the boy on the head. "It has lots of nutrition and minerals, just for you."

The boy could only gag as the bitter fluid flowed down his trachea…

He thought of Persephone and her demand and sacrifice for him.

"But you know what, boy? I am willing to give you what you desire…on one condition…"

"I…" The prince forced himself to swallow his own saliva as he looked into those unusually serious eyes.

"I can't drink it because…."

"If you take this power I grant to you consciously or unconsciously…"

"If I do, I'll…"

"You lie! I can find a way out of this! Some fluid will do!"

"Oh no, sweet Vegeta. The moment you entered this contract, the condition was filled. The more blood you take, the more the process will speed up. And the moment you take a sip of semen, the hormones in your system will run rampant." She smiled as she placed a delicate finger under Vegeta's chin. "You wouldn't want that, would you? So just accept this contract, because you'll get the power you desire." He could only cry out in pain as she started to smack him around with her fists.

"But you know what, boy? I am willing to give you what you desire…on one condition…"

"What is it, woman?"

"The moment you enter this contract, within 365 days, your life…" Vegeta looked away from Goku as the words Goku feared slipped from Vegeta's lips.

"…will inevitably belong to me."

Author's Notes: I tried sooooooo hard to make it funny, but then Vegeta took the pen away from me and started writing my story on his own. I swear! I heard his voice in my head! Believe me!

*Cricket Noises*

Okay then. So more importantly, I hope it wasn't too depressing. To anyone who still does not understand why Vegeta is so stubborn like a mule about the semen and the blood thing, send me a PM and I'll tell you straight out. Hehe, I tried so hard on this story, and it came a bit more sooner then I was expecting. I just hoped that you liked it. I know there were a looot of disturbing scenes, and if you noticed, I tried keeping those scenes short and sweet. I'm not sure if it was too much for you guys, though...I know it was hard for me to write. If there were any bumpy parts or parts that seemed to vague or OOC, please tell me. I do try my best to keep my characters (Crap, they're not mine! Stop glaring!) Canon.

So, as usual, here is the Review Shout out!

EnemiesUandI: Thank you for both chapters! I appreciate the feedback, and I will try my best to keep it interesting. *Sweating Bullets*

DreamsComeTrue410: You bet Vegeta's screwed. He's screwed in this chapter too, believe it or not! Wait, can you believe it? Is it obvious?! *teary-eyed* Thanks for your feedback and diligence!

Guest1: Lol, technical terms. If you only knew the truth...lol, thanks for your feedback!

Guest2: Really? That makes me pleased. You know, I thought that this story wasn't going to amount to anything. But when I hear comments like that, you won't believe how happy I get! Really! Thanks for your feedback!

Cara2012: Carrra! Thank you so much for reviewing! Lol, I agree. I do that with animals. I was supposedly going to dissect a frog, but, um, school banned it. And so now when I see an animal...I want to dissect it! Obviously, not cute animals like lions, bears (oh my!), but small, annoying ones like rats and bugs. Oh yes, bugs...

CMO: And whose fault is that, my dearest? Naw, I'm joking. But next time, can you PM it? You give me false hope, lol.

Thank you again EnemiesUandI for following! I also thank everyone else who recently followed as well.

Please give feedback this chapter and tell me what you think!

(Guest 3): I hope that I have answered your questions concerning this story. I really, really appreciate your feedback, because you have given me the feedback I need. However, like I said on top, I cannot redo my story, because I physically do not have the time (believe it or not. I have midterms this week, SAT prep the next, I'm off the next, but I have to go away to see relatives, and then I have to prepare for an Entrance Exam. I'm not a very happy puppy...) to do it. As for the forced semen situation, I will lay that off, but the reason why it is forced is because Vegeta is in danger of...well...that's a spoiler. But still, that's why everyone wants him to do it so bad. And the semen in milk...lol! That was meant to be a joke! My humor's no good after all...

When I heard the incredulous tone in your voice when I mentioned Trunks, I had to laugh. I made Trunks almost do it because they were family, and therefore the closest. Goten, as you know, can't do it, Vegeta doesn't want Goku to do it, and Gohan doesn't feel comfortable doing it. (This is all spoilers, but I cannot update for a long time, so I am explaining it in this chapter.) But you know what it's like? Which would you feel comfortable with giving a kiss on the cheek to: a good friend, or your sister who is heading off to college? It's that kind of thing.

Lol, willing? Well...I guess you have never seen my profile...hot? It sure will be, especially since I can be very disturbing at times. But willing? That's the one attribute Vegeta can and will never have in my stories. In Dragon Ball Z the original, most of the times Vegeta is forced to acquiesce due to the circumstance...but he never willingly does it. Do you get where I am going with this?

The last part made me cry. I really, really, really hope you don't give this up, especially since it is you I am adjusting my story for. Now if you stick with me, I will try to adjust it to your likes, but as I said before, I cannot change anything in the past. I really appreciate you saying something, by the way! (Read your post again to know where I am talking about.)

And by the way, hell no will I delete your post! You put your feelings out there! I admit, they made me shocked, but I don't delete anyone's reviews! That's like saying that I'll only keep the good ones up, so it'll look like I wrote a masterpiece (which, I didn't). Welp, I really don't care how it looks as long as you all like the story itself lol.

I also hope you get an account. Maybe we can talk sometime! :D

Thank you all for reading this chapter and reviewing even after I removed it! :D